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I’ve spent most of my life (over forty years as an adult) dreaming about being submissive to a Lady, and I finally took action.

I never really figured out what drives people’s minds, but it doesn’t matter much to me. For many years, I played the macho role with my various girlfriends, sometimes even acting like a dominating master wielding a whip.

What I did for my submissive (and very willing) women was exactly what I wished would be done to me if I were in their position. Always worried about “what if someone found out,” I kept up that tough-guy act.

Over time, the urge grew stronger until I placed an ad on craigslist looking for a Lady to Submit to. A Lady responded and we met. Neither of us felt strong attraction initially, but I offered my services as a chauffeur, and gradually I became the go-to guy when she needed a ride (she doesn’t drive).

It took several weeks, with me being super submissive to every wish of hers, until finally she invited me into her house and told me to strip down and clean the kitchen, bathroom, and vacuum the living room. She was starting to trust me.

That broke the ice; next time I cleaned, she whipped me with her leather belt.

It’s a strange dynamic because we feel no deep emotions toward each other now or then. For me, being dominated and degraded is very sexual. For her, it’s about power, not sex.

We’ve been seeing each other for about five years. Sometimes I lose interest for a few months, but eventually those urges to be dominated and degraded return, we start texting again, and that leads us back together. We often go driving in the country as friends, and over the years I’ve come to accept her slaps across my face as normal.

My Queen has hot moments, and I can tell by her texts when she’s in the mood to take me for her slave again. Usually, I get aroused, and before long I’m at her feet, loving her dominance.

A few years ago, I ordered a cock cage, and after some modifications, it fits my body like part of myself. Tonight, I decided to give her the only key. It’s a big step for me because now I have no choice but to stay locked in my cage (jailbird by Mature Metal).

I’ve always fantasized about her owning my cock and orgasms, and now it will come true.

In past centuries, I think I would have made an excellent slave to any owner. The thought of being owned turns me on, even if I were owned by a cruel mine boss while digging for coal. This is my dream come true; I’ll add updates to this thread as time goes on.